The room was still spinning, her mind still reeling from the pleasurable impact of her orgasm when she was unceremoniously flipped over and lifted to her hands and knees. “Give me a minute, will you guys?” she stuttered on an incredulous laugh only to gasp as a hard hand landed on her right buttock. “Ouch!”
Luc rubbed the red spot as he leaned over her back, Jon moving to kneel in front of her. “That was just a love tap, Cat. Behave or you’ll get the real thing.”
As threats went, that one was pathetic, Caitlin decided because that little surprise sting was now a warm pleasure. She didn’t have time to dwell on the oddity of that or bemoan her lack of control around these two because Jon clasped her head between his large hands, holding her still as he prodded her mouth with h
is cock while Luc’s hard hands held her hips immobile while he prodded her pussy with his cock.
Open for us, Caitlin, Jon probed both telepathically and physically, pushing his cock slowly past her lush lips and relishing the feel of her warm, wet mouth engulfing him.
Good girl, Luc praised her as he slid easily past her plump folds, the silken walls of her pussy enfolding him in snug welcome that nearly had him spewing his seed without making another move. From the look on his brother’s face, her mouth felt as good as her vagina.
Caitlin shuddered, the intimate echo of their voices in her head adding to her reawakening arousal. She was stunned at how quickly she was responding to them again, shocked at how their tight hold on her body turned her on, their complete control of her as stimulating as the slow, deep strokes of their cocks into her mouth and pussy. She refused to worry about the way they completely took her over, refused to fret about losing control for the first time, and refused to dwell on anything but feeling.
Within moments their slow thrusts were speeding up, her mouth taking more of Jon’s cock as she tried to stroke over every inch of his girth with her tongue while her pussy accepted the full length of Luc’s cock, his size filling and stretching her almost to the point of discomfort. It was difficult to concentrate on pleasuring Jon when Luc was stroking his hard flesh strategically over her sensitive engorged clit again and again. Moaning, she tried to move her head and hips, but their hold was too tight. The inability to move both frustrated and excited her and as Jon pulled back until just his bulbous head remained in her mouth, she took advantage of the extra space and lapped around the smooth head of his crown, savored the taste of his pre-come and enjoyed his telltale shudder followed by a low groan when she swiped under the ridge to lick that sensitive, hidden area.
Then Luc started pounding into her, taking her pussy with deep, forceful surges that had her rocking towards Jon, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Now, Cat, they both instructed her, their belabored breathing and deep moans the only sounds in the room. Caitlin couldn’t do anything but obey as they came together with insatiable lust, the onslaught of ecstasy almost surreal as she once again found herself drowning in pleasure.
Caitlin came back to her senses when she felt their slow withdrawal from her still shuddering body. As Jon’s cock slipped out of her mouth, she looked up into his face and was startled to see his eyes glowing eerily, like twin embers in the dark. “What…” She scrambled back before looking at him again only to see him looking at her calmly, his hazel eyes clear. “Never mind,” she mumbled as she slipped off the bed and grabbed a short robe she had draped on a chair. “This was fun, guys, but I’m really tired.”
Now that her lust had cooled, Caitlin was ready for them to go. The intense pleasure combined with the unwanted, unaccustomed desire for more that she was feeling scared her, and there was very little that scared her.
“We need to show you something first,” Jon said as he zipped his jeans carefully over his semi-erect cock, drawing Caitlin’s attention. “It’ll take more than once,” he explained only to have her shaking her head. “Before you decide, look Cat.” Jon showed her his palm and watched her eyes widen in shocked surprise, a small gasp escaping when Luc turned over his hand. “Your matching mark as well as your response to us and ours to you means we’re supposed to be together, we’re meant for each other.” Even to their ears, that explanation sounded lame, but neither of them thought she was ready for anything else right now. With dawn approaching, they didn’t have time to do more than give her something to think about until they returned.
“Look, I don’t know what you think those mean, but just because I have a similar birthmark doesn’t mean this is going to go any further. I want you to leave now,” she managed to state in a hard, implacable tone despite how her insides were quivering. Thankfully, neither of them argued. They left her with a kiss and a promise to see her the next night while Caitlin refused to give credence to their delusions, refused to believe the glow in Jon’s eyes was anything but a trick of the light and that their matching marks was anything but a coincidence.
“Nice of you to join us,” Damien drawled sarcastically when Jacob put in his first appearance since Monday night on Friday evening. “Where’ve you been all week?”
“Out,” Jacob answered curtly, not in the mood for an interrogation. He knew he had neglected his duties the past few days, left it up to Damien to look out for Grace and the twins to patrol the city, but he had a lot of soul searching to do since Grace’s last rejection of him, and needed space to do it. Sighing, he looked at the concern etched on Damien, Luc and Jon’s faces. Seated in the small parlor where they often met upon rising or before retiring, he realized he had missed connecting with them. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve let you down….”
Damien waved an angry arm to cut him off, saying, “You haven’t let anyone down, unless it’s yourself. I, more than anyone, can sympathize with your struggle to do what is right for your mate, especially when your body is demanding the opposite.”
“If it’s any consolation, Luc and I found our mate a few days ago, and after one night together, she’s now avoiding us. Short of physical force, we have no idea how to win her over, let alone reveal we’re vampires.” Caitlin’s rejection of them the past two nights had come as not only a surprise, but an eye opening frustration they hadn’t counted on.
Jacob smiled slowly at the consternation and frustration on the twins faces, but didn’t tease them like he normally would. Staying away from Grace the past few days had taken its toll on him both physically and mentally. Unlike that first week when he had left her alone to cope, this time he didn’t have hope that things would work out between them. Maybe it had been a mistake to end their scene so abruptly Monday night, not giving her a chance to recover from her powerful climax, assuming she was going to turn from him before she did. Fear of losing control had forced his action, but if she hadn’t backed away from him, hadn’t signaled she wanted him to back off yet again, he might have been able to hold out a little longer. Her action snipped the last thread of hope he had been clinging to and for both their sakes, he had stayed away from her, and everyone else the past four days.
“At least that’s one hurtle I didn’t have to try to overcome with Grace. She knew about our existence before I came upon her. Unfortunately, that’s also what’s kept us apart.”
“What’re you going to do now?” Luc asked, able now to feel a tremendous amount of sympathy for his friend’s plight. No amount of flirting telepathically or threatening glares could break through the wall Caitlin had erected between them since Tuesday night and it hadn’t helped matters when not only Bobby, but the waitresses and a few regular patrons stepped between them and her when they tried to corner her, leaving them no choice but to back down or start something they knew could be disastrous towards getting her cooperation.
“Nothing. I can’t risk losing control and she’s made it abundantly clear she wants nothing to do with me personally. So, how about I start pulling my weight around here again and join you tonight? I’d like to meet this woman who has you two dangling.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise, Jacob,” Damien put in, referring to both his decision not to pursue Grace any longer and to going out on patrol tonight. “You’re not looking good and it’s obvious you’re weak. Hand jobs only go so far, as you know by now.”
“I’m fine,” he replied tersely, not willing to admit how weak he was feeling, especially given the three of them looked to be near the peak of their strength. “I can hold my own, that’s all that’s needed.”
Damien sighed, knowing by the hard, implacable look in Jacob’s eyes that he was determined to go out tonight as well as give up on Grace. At least he’d have Jon and Luc as backup if he needed it. “If you’re sure. On a different subject, you know I’ve confirmed that Isabelle is alive and well. Unfortunately, I also got proof her powers are five times ours. She can heal in the blink of an eye, which means we have to ba
nd as one against her and be at the height of our strength if we’re going to stand a chance. And that’s after we get rid of her blood thirsty minions.”
“That’s a tall order considering three of us aren’t mated and you haven’t completed your mating with Abby.” Jon said with a frown of concern. “Does she know you confronted Isabelle?”
“No, and don’t tell her. As soon as I can get everyone here to launch an assault, I want to hold a ceremony before we leave.” Abby couldn’t hide her disappointment every time they had sex and he didn’t take her blood, bonding irrevocably with her and fully claiming her in their way. Confronting Isabelle made him realize he might not ever get the chance if he didn’t act soon, and, despite how selfish it made him, he found he wasn’t willing to leave this world without making her his in every way first. The numerous times he had fucked Abby without having someone close enough to stop him if he got out of control, had given him the encouragement he needed to complete their bonding. He no longer feared harming her. His biggest fear now was her reaction if she ever found out how low he had allowed himself to sink and the price an innocent girl had made for his cowardice. “I can give you time to settle things with your own mates, but the longer we wait, the longer they’re at risk, and if you go up against her without having the added strength being with and feeding from a mate gives you, you’ll be at a higher risk of not coming back than the rest of us.” Damien couldn’t force either his friends or Grace and Caitlin into completing their bonds; he could only hope they did.
“I’m ready if you are,” Jacob told the twins as he stood up, his heart happy for his long-time friend, but heavy for his loss at ever having a chance at such a bond with Grace.
Chapter Fifteen
“Architectural, geographical, sociological and spiritual trends motivated our Creole forebears to honor the dead in above ground family tombs in 1789, and still stand as proud witness today,” Caitlin informed her small tour group as she opened the rod iron gates and led them into St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Jagged streaks of lightning off in the distance added to the eeriness of entering a cemetery after dark. Rusty, decorative ironwork and sun-bleached tombs could barely be seen by widely spaced, dimly lit lanterns along the paths. “St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 is the oldest and most famous of New Orleans three Roman Catholic Cemeteries, also called the Cities of the Dead. On these grounds you will find the final resting places of such famous New Orleanians as Bernard de Marigny, the French Creole playboy who brought the game of craps to the United States and the renowned Voodoo priestess, Marie Laveau.”